The Nine Lives of the White Spotted Cat, Book 1

In 1919, a black kitten with a white spot on his flank was born near a small town. A year after his death, a cat who looked almost exactly the same was born, and a year after his death yet another cat was found. This happened nine times. Was it one cat, living out nine lives? Or nine separate cats? Could it be proof that cats really do have nine lives? It all started in 1919...

Puma had a mostly normal life at first as a kitten. His mother taught him and his sister to hunt and climb trees, just like any other cat. But his life is shaken when a mysterious white cat from his mother's past begins stalking his family, appearing everywhere like a ghost. Puma seems to be the only one to notice. Why won't this cat leave them alone? And what happens when he finally attacks?

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10. The Car

When Puma awoke, it was the middle of the night. Seeing Rain lying so still next to him, back turned, for a few moments he thought that it had all been a dream-his sister's death, Snowball pushing him into the river, even leaving his mother and sister in the middle of the night. But when he realized that his mother wasn't next to him, and he stood up and saw Rain's torn throat, he knew it was all real.

    My mother. He had to find Rose. By now she would have been looking for both of her kittens. Did she know Rain was dead? If so, did she think he was dead, too, and that it was Snowball that had killed Rain? No matter the answers to the questions, he had to find her as soon as possible.

    Stretching his stiff limbs, Puma sank his small claws into the earth. He began to walk away, but made the mistake of looking back. He couldn't bear to leave his sister that way. On the ground, just to be eaten by the first hungry creature that found her. He knew there wasn't really much he could do to prevent that, but he could make her look a little more peaceful. Seeing her from the front, with the gash in her throat, the blood, and her ruffled fur, it was obvious that the way she had been killed was anything but peaceful.

    Puma walked toward her and started by licking her fur, smoothing it. He grabbed a clump of leaves in his mouth and covered up the her throat and the blood. It was still obvious that she was dead, but it looked more like she had died in her sleep. He licked her one last time before leaving and not looking back.

    Puma first headed in the direction of the tree that they usually slept next to. Surprisingly, all the soreness in his paw was gone. Now that he had slept and was back to his senses, he had renewed fear of running into Snowball. Had he heard him yelling his name, or seen him? Did he know Puma was still alive?

    He kept a lookout for Snowball. Every second his nerves tricked him into feeling like he was being followed, and he constantly looked over his shoulder. It felt like hours before he finally reached the tree. He was unsurprised but still disappointed to find that Rose was not there.

    Next Puma headed toward the river, but saw no sign of his mother. For hours he scoured the forest, avoiding his sister’s body, but Rose was nowhere to be found. Eventually he decided to go to the road. He was about to cross it when something black,  loud and fast roared past him. It was the first car Puma had ever seen, and he saw a small face peeking out of the window. The car suddenly slowed down, pulled over and stopped on the side of the road.

    His fear told him to run, but his curiosity made him stay as one woman, one man, three boys and one small girl came out of the automobile. The girl pointed in his direction. The woman walked straight toward him, and he took a step back, then turned and tried to move away as fast as he could. She chased after him, and he eventually felt her large hands surrounding him and lifting his body off the ground. Ears laid back, Puma hissed as loud as the cat he was named for, and thrashed his paws about trying to scratch and bite her. But it was no use. She held him still, and carried him away to the car and put him inside. She and the man took a seat in the front. He pressed his back against the door in fear as the girl climbed into the car and sat in the back seat next to him. All three boys piled in after her, squeezing her tightly against the door. Having no more room on the seat, Puma leaped down to the floor by the girl’s feet, which were surprisingly big compared to her small size.

    Shaking, Puma sat huddled against the back of the front seat. Suddenly, there was a loud rattling and he was moving, faster than he ever had before. He felt the fur rise on his back in fear. But when he looked up at young people in the seats above him, they didn’t seem alarmed at the motion. The boys were yelling and clobbering at each other, until scolding shouts from the front seats quieted them.

    The girl scrunched her face, obviously annoyed at them, but didn’t say anything. Her attention was quickly drawn from her brothers to Puma. She looked down at him with big eyes, and reached down toward him. When her fingers were inches away he hissed at her and lashed out with tiny claws, and her hand instantly drew away.

    What did these people want with him? Where were they taking him? How would he get back home, and when could he find Rose? Rose. She must be very worried about him by now. Unable to find him, she probably thought he was dead. If his mother thought he was dead, she would stop looking for him. That meant it was up to Puma to find her.

 

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